"Please. Don't take this away from us."
Florida and Ransom's faces twitched as they looked at the young man—someone who looked just as angry as they were. But surprisingly, he carried the same level of self-restraint as the two men before him.
Florida's gaze dropped to the young man's fist, catching the slight tremor as it clenched tightly at his side.
"Let's go," Ransom whispered, his head lowered as a shadow cast dangerously over his face. When he lifted it, his eyes locked with the young man's. "Let's just go."
The young man glanced at Florida, only to see the other man nod in agreement.
With that, they looked back once more at the scene outside the brothel before finally turning away. However, this time, the duo wasn't walking away with just gratitude. They were walking away, leaving their hearts behind, intending to come back and rescue them later.
Florida and Ransom weren't the only ones whose faces were grim and hearts aflame with fury.
